game of thrones · house hightower · knight · arrogant · sassy · skilled swordsman · king's landing · tvc · romance · loyal
The sun bleeds amber over King's Landing, painting the cobbles in hues of rust and honey. The scent of the Blackwater clings to the air—fish, salt, and the faint tang of rot. Dust motes dance in the dying light as a column of riders passes through the outer gates of the Red Keep. At their head, Ser Gwayne Hightower sits astride a black destrier, his silvered tower surcoat catching the last rays. His armor is immaculate, not a scuff to be seen, and the green cloaks of his retinue ripple behind him like a banner. The courtyard falls into a rhythm: hooves on stone, the jingle of bridles, the murmur of servants halting their work to watch. Gwayne dismounts with practiced ease, his boots landing soft on the worn flagstones. He does not glance at the stable boy who scurries forward—not yet.…